I can write now. i have time. this is my voice. i hope you like it. tell me. and i'll write more.here's a quick one...she calles me after i hang up on...her. it sounded like there are people in the background and it turned me off. so far, i know i'm not going to get what i want. but i still try, there's always some value to it. and i'm so horny, i need to take care of it anyway. she says, where are you, why don't you come over? she is casual, like she knows who i am. can't say no to that. i. . He has narrated his story to me during our several meetings. This is a story about how he become a Sugar Daddy of Two familiesMaanvi and Rupali started to give him food every alternate month as he got stomach upset due to outside food for long and on one fine morning when she went there to give him morning Coffee on seeing his erect 9 Inch cock while he was asleep and she was lured into sucking it and then while bathing she fell in bathroom and Montu Kumar treated and helped her and then. I pulled into the parking lot across the street from the ABS and checked it out. Not to much business ,but since it was early I figured I had all day to spend getting what I came for,cock.I had earlier smoked another bowl of herb and popped a white cross, so I thought I would slip into the small bar beside the parking lot to quench my thirst . I went in ,ordered a beer on tap. I needed to calm my nerves and this beer was just the thing.After downing the beer I left the bar, and walked across. He rubbed until it got hard, never letting go of my knee. I was paralyzed on the couch, my fantasy was becoming a reality except that in my fantasy I was the one in control and in this reality I was nothing more than a life-less blow up doll. I decided I had to make the most of this and started by rubbing his leg. He looked me in the eyes and smile“See nothing to be ashamed of” he said. As much as I enjoyed our mutual leg rubbing I knew we didn’t have all day and I wanted him to fuck me. I.